Talking about money is the Avada Kedavra (unspeakable) curse of modern society.

We are far too British to let people know how much moo-hah we are hiding in the basement.

And so we don't do it. We pretend.

Because to talk about the reality is to put a price on ourselves and others.

To see our entire worth as a human being violated into a quantifiable figure.

How much are you worth?

"I am worth... £8,000 a year, an old car and an unpaid student loan"I am worth... £8,000 a week, a large house and multiple investments"I am worth... £8,000 an day, whatever I want, luxury and more cash than a small country.